grit & glory?
My life is filled with a glorious grit. Or maybe it’s a gritty glory.
The beautiful dissonance of grit and glory is the soundtrack of my life as a missionary. It’s also the melody line of this season of my life as I move forward as a once-again single woman.
I enjoy the tension of my paradoxical life. The grit is what makes the glory so glorious. If it were all glory, I wouldn’t recognize it anymore. When souls saved and genuine hugs become mundane, I’ve missed out on the grit of my life. When answering emails and cooking dinner become overwhelmingly weighty, I’ve missed out on the glory. I need both, and I strive to see Him mixed into it all.
My life is nothing more than grit and glory.
Mostly grit.
Excited to follow your blog:) I live in South Africa with my hubby, Michal (who is Afrikaans) We met on the mission field in Vienna, Austria and just got married last August!! From your blog… I am assuming your are living here in South Africa? I am loving it sooo far! What a beautiful country indeed!!
@rebecaurora says:
Hello…I just found ur blog…I have a dear friend that went through the same situation and Im here reading and I will encourage her to read ur blog…
Praying for u and ur heart….
Im from Brazil so know that here there is some people thinking about u…
with care…
Rebeca
Just found your blog–my husband walked out in 2009 also, and I can’t tell you how much it means to me to find someone who is struggling through some of the same emotions and craziness and hope and sorrow. So far I’ve gotten the impression that you don’t have children–is that right? I have two boys, and before their dad left he never had the time of day for them. Now he has them 50% of the time. I know that it’s good for them to have a dad at long last–but there are still days upon days when it’s hard to breathe because I miss my children so much. And the biggest struggle for me is trying to figure out what Christian love and forgiveness mean for me now, what they demand of me, how I can keep trying to live with those ideals when (in part at least) it was my commitment to a faithful and forgiving life that enabled him to treat me so badly for so long. Wendy Farley’s book “The Wounding and Healing of Desire” is helping me sort some things out (like how easy it is to be captivated by what is good but only a small part of The Good). I look forward to reading more of your story, and I wish you every blessing as you move forward.